I can still remember I was eight years oldThe first time that I picked her up little did I knowShe's taken me to places that I've never beenDid my first gig in a rock-n-roll bandBerneice, sweet berneice

Get a real job let the guitar goThere ain't no future in this rock-n-rollSo go for your guitars, go for your gunsBetter think twice it's three against oneTake your best shot it's a showdown nowBerneice, sweet berneiceOh, berneice won't you play for me

A guitar woman needs a guitar manOne without the other, neither one of them can standRemember where we came from we can do it all againSo thanks to all you people, give youselves a handBerneice, sweet berneiceBerneice, won't you play for me